Fit

That word is used in our house a lot lately. I wish we were using it in the context of, "I'm so fit because I'm working out" but, alas, that is not how it is used. It does not usually pertain to Dillon either but last night he threw a whopper of a fit. It was so sad and so funny at the same time, so what does every proud parent do? Record it. Dillon is blocked off, keeping him in the living room. One thing blocking him is a little doorway. He figured out he could just open the door and crawl through so we had to get clever. We blocked it with a bumbo. He just figured that out...

Here he is, in happier times, enjoying the house.


Ayden has been throwing at least four fits a day since the day he turned two, I'm not kidding. Now that three of his siblings are gone and he's the big man of the house, I thought it would improve things. It didn't.

Here are the stages of his angst. It starts well.

Ayden feeding his baby (he has to grab the baby's head to feed him).

He got down because the baby was finished. Now he's getting grumpy here....
And here's the fit, a literal meltdown if you will...
I can't tell why he is crying but that's life with Ayden lately.